He has a good point
Oh lovely! Wish I could somehow be Melissa there ;-) How nice to fiddle all night with Bentley’s little erection. I’d have a good night for certain!
I cannot believe how flipping hot that one screenshot of Buster is, where his legs are spread wide. Surely at least ONE of the animators must’ve gotten a hardon whilst drawing this.
The picture is a bit confusing, as this shot is from when Buster is fighting off Elmyra.
I would run my tongue from his yummy toes, up that lithe leg, and just lick him constantly in that special spot between his legs. His scent would be beautiful.
To feel his body twitching, as I suck on the most intimate part of his body.
I was googling for more episodes of tiny toon adventures, and came across this beautiful shot of Buster Bunny. Those little shorts that he is in are so hot. I imagine how lovely it would be to slowly pull them off of him, my face close to his groin, and getting hit by the musky scent of his genitalia as I uncover them. One for the wank bank.
In the “real life” of the cartoon, no - Melissa Raccoon would never molest her nephew.
But I do sometimes fantasise about Bentley being tied up on a bed. Legs to the bottom corners, arms to the top corners
Whilst Ralph and Melissa molest him. I don’t know why it turns me on so much, but fantasising about Bentley crying helplessly, as he’s subject to the onslaught of fondling, kissing him, and gentle stimulation as Ralph and Melissa molest him as they lie on either side of him, is such an arousing thought for me.
I imagine both of Melissa’s feet curling around Bentley’s left foot, as Ralph’s are curled about his right. And all Bentley can do is whimper softly as he’s molested from both sides.
Dunno why that turns me on so much, but it does.
Never measured it so I don’t know how big it is. I think I’ve posted enough pictures of it on here to be honest :-)
I dreamt that I was with Mordecai and Rigby, the bird and raccoon from the show Regular Show. We came to the house of a friend of Mordecai’s.
We had to enter the house in a strange way, by jumping up and hauling ourselves over the gutter drains to a window on the 1st story. Apparently there was no other way to enter. There, Mordecai warned me that the person we were about to visit was a hermaphrodite. Which is of no problem to me, but he told me that this was not even a normal hermaphrodite. There was something seriously, seriously wrong with his genitals.
I met this “friend” some sort of raccoon. And as my mind wondered of the nature of his genitalia, so the dream revealed it to me. He did not penetrate or receive, in order to have intercourse. Instead the organ for sex, between his legs, expanded, and opened like a flower. And it would engulf whomever he was mating with.
I watched as this slimy, sickly looking organ expanded in front of me. It was absolutely disgusting. And yet the disgusting part of me wanted to have sex with him. I wanted to let him have his way with me, to feel what it is like to be engulfed by an organ of such.
My dream ended as I was attempting to pursue this animal, to make friends with him, and hopefully engage in sex with him.
I was pissed off when I lifted my head off of my pillow and looked at my alarm clock, to realise that it was only a dream.
It was a few weekends back, and it was Sunday morning. So I spent the rest of the morning, up until mid-afternoon actually, thinking about it, and slowly masturbating over it.
I cannot think of a more sexually arousing experience than to have had sex with this raccoon-creature in the way that he wanted to. To go feet first into this horribly slimy “organ,” and feel its slimy lips work its way up your body, much in the same way that a snake slowly works his mouth over a mouse.
I shiver when I think of it. It would be a revolting place to be. Yet I want to be there. As the “lips” of this raccoon’s organ engulfs me, all I could fantasise about was how incredible it would feel to be enveloped by this, “thing” and feel the “suckers,” as I pictured them, sucking on every single part of my body at once. And for hours. I fantasised about it for hours. Lying, voluntarily helpless inside this abhorrent creature.
I would want it to go on all night, as I lay inside him. The tingling, and tickling sensations driving me mad, but all I can do is lie there and take it. To let him have his pleasure with me, and for him to feed off of me, in what ever strange way he does. To be at his mercy. For hours.
I imagine that I’d ejaculate a few times during the night, whilst inside him, on account of the constant stimulation of the slimy walls of his “organ.” Then I’d just lay there and feel this creature work himself over my body.
If I ever met anyone like that in real life (somehow) I would definitely do my best to shack up with him. That is how I would want to spend every night.
It would be so intimate, such a giving, to be prey to a creature like that. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it for weeks.
All I can do is fantasise about it.
You’re the one that asked me not to tag posts with “Regular Show”? Well yes, that is basically what I’m saying, but just crudely rephrased. I give you my assurance that you are not obligated to click on every single link or tagged item that comes up on your dash. If I search for something and I happen to not like it, then I simply CLOSE THE TAB. It’s easy to do.
And I have actually found a number of people who like cartoon animals, and real animals.
You say I must “say it upfront?” I WAS upfront about it. What on earth are you on about?
Oh, I thought I had put it on NSFW. But oh well. Anyway, what’s a person doing on tumblr at work? :-)
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